Jonathan Finch
He chanced to change his course, and went,
by a red, rust-heavy gate,
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down a factory-path,
to a place where the late
lords and ladies painted a neon-epitaph
on a winking weight.
Frillies, in flung bowls,
were everywhere in sight, and the red-petalled water-powers,
feigning blood, burnt their angering coals
in liquid towers.
Men toiled and were blasted or baked,
and the lords and ladies painted
a chitterling-weight – though they seemed depressed by their task,
and he noticed each wore a politic mask.
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